She's pointing at all of us

Oh, children, children, children. It was a fine day at DadWagon HQ yesterday, what with the notices Nathan’s post on baby swinging received in the corrupt mainstream media (please see: here, here, and here). Perhaps someone will want to make honest men out of us.

But it occurs to me that DadWagon’s best reader responses have come to this piece, which includes half-naked images of exceedingly comely (to borrow Maureen O’Connor’s laudably polite term) Russian lassies swimming in turquoise waters smiling ever-so-knowingly. Translation: it ain’t the babies, stupid! (to borrow–and misquote–James Carville’s laudably frank term).

Our other winner on the site also indicated something less than upstanding in the character of the DadWagoneers and those who don’t hate love us: it was about getting drunk around your children.

What could it all possibly mean? Dare I say that people read DadWagon for something other than sage parenting wisdom?

Nah. Can’t be. Next week: diaper reviews.